To You, on a Friday Night

To You, on a Friday Night

Dear You, The world is on fire and no one can save me but you That’s how it’s written In this moment it feels infinite and true And that, in itself, is a wicked game The world is on fire Knees on necks, sweat on backs Exhaustion, no air I am broken, I miss you I am torn My hurt cannot not equal the pain Borders that divide you and I break no ground on the ancient lines that have been scored Bore deep…

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to you, my friends

to you, my friends

dear you, i’m not a good partner. i’m not a good friend. whenever i’m with people i’m itching for my next fix. i can’t focus on the moment, just the next time i’ll be satisfied again. no, i’m not addicted to drugs or alcohol. i’m not planning on gambling all my money away or binge eating my next meal. i’m counting the minutes until i’m able to be alone. to sit with a pen and paper in front of me, a laptop to the…

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To you, on a Sunday morning

To you, on a Sunday morning

Dear you, My black-out curtains have never really worked, but I didn’t care about the light peeking through on a Sunday morning then. The beams of light were a hand-delivered invitation to see your face because the early hours and I have always been friends and you tried your best to join our circle. Bleary-eyed and aching for coffee, I loved that face on a Sunday morning then. The spot on your cheek where my lips would eagerly brush, like a puppy’s wet nose…

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to you, ex of longtime past

to you, ex of longtime past

dear you, though things ended messy and ridiculously – i still think of you occasionally. i do hope that you’ve moved on like i have. know i am happy and wish you will be too one day & i wish you nothing but the best. one day, you will make a wonderful husband with your drive and care. we figured out we didn’t mesh well, most say we wasted our time. however i feel as though we still grew as adults in those three…

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